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tampered2013-07-31 11:31 pm
stelecharm) wrote in tampered2013-07-31 11:31 pm
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When; July 31st, morning to early afternoon
Rating;
Characters; Jace Lightwood, open to anyone
Summary; Jace is at the abandoned warehouse training instead of sleeping off the last curse
Log;
After little sleep, Jace decides to call it and throws on the Shadowhunter gear he's been neglecting lately with everything getting in the way. Clary, Mae, and Jem are in the apartment, still sleeping, so he's quiet as he sneaks out.
The warehouse is exactly as he left it, various training apparatus scattering the abandoned building, and he's eager to get back to it, to something safe and familiar, and where he can put everything else out of his mind and take a minute to breathe.
He's tried desperately hard not to dwell on things he can't do anything about, things he left behind when he came here, but he knows the nagging is only going to get louder until he answers it, until he brings everything out and sifts through them, even if it's going to take a while. But the thing he can't run from the most, out of everything, is the fact that he's afraid of himself, of what he's capable of doing, and being trapped in a world where he was running from himself, watching as he chased Clary down with a dagger in hand, repeatedly, breaking him a little bit more each time he watched it play out with no where to run and no where to hide - well, training helps.
He's not exactly quiet about it, either, pushing himself to the limits as he works on the basics and builds up to the weapons he's managed to get his hands on; it's not much, but it keeps him from getting rusty, from becoming idle when things are quiet, and fighting is what keeps him going, one of few things that make him feel alive. But, if anyone happens to wander by or knows where to find him, he's not going to object to a little company.
[ OOC: Belatedly, I'm returning from hiatus, so just assume he's been around on autopilot. ]
Rating;
Characters; Jace Lightwood, open to anyone
Summary; Jace is at the abandoned warehouse training instead of sleeping off the last curse
Log;
After little sleep, Jace decides to call it and throws on the Shadowhunter gear he's been neglecting lately with everything getting in the way. Clary, Mae, and Jem are in the apartment, still sleeping, so he's quiet as he sneaks out.
The warehouse is exactly as he left it, various training apparatus scattering the abandoned building, and he's eager to get back to it, to something safe and familiar, and where he can put everything else out of his mind and take a minute to breathe.
He's tried desperately hard not to dwell on things he can't do anything about, things he left behind when he came here, but he knows the nagging is only going to get louder until he answers it, until he brings everything out and sifts through them, even if it's going to take a while. But the thing he can't run from the most, out of everything, is the fact that he's afraid of himself, of what he's capable of doing, and being trapped in a world where he was running from himself, watching as he chased Clary down with a dagger in hand, repeatedly, breaking him a little bit more each time he watched it play out with no where to run and no where to hide - well, training helps.
He's not exactly quiet about it, either, pushing himself to the limits as he works on the basics and builds up to the weapons he's managed to get his hands on; it's not much, but it keeps him from getting rusty, from becoming idle when things are quiet, and fighting is what keeps him going, one of few things that make him feel alive. But, if anyone happens to wander by or knows where to find him, he's not going to object to a little company.
[ OOC: Belatedly, I'm returning from hiatus, so just assume he's been around on autopilot. ]